Exotic Measures: It Started Uptown

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A pantry of thoughts fulfilling to even the most sacred of one’s desires
as lustful urges burn towards your flame
Patience leaves me no choice but to hold steady
riding home on this evening train

Thoughts of you and I forever lingering in my brain
Exotic measures and its pleasure upon two souls seeking the same
Captivated by your aura here I am wondering if these pheromones are to blame
for this love stricken token making its way to play in our little crazy game

One for breakfast, 2 for lunch, a photo of what? I’d rather not say
Anticipating your reply to numerous texts I’ve sent today
Exotic measures put pressures on even the most treasured jewels
All those bedridden taboos just waiting to take place by love smitten fools

Who knew we’d come this far in such little time
I knew you’d be ready once you heard the doorbell chime
Chances we take for the chance to go further
Uptown and down, around the corner to street 69.

It All Happened On The Beaches of Hot Sands…pt.3

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Briefly Interrupted,

Bewildered, our minds freed in the distance I noticed.

Gifted in our antics we both lost focus.

As we lay in the consequences of our very own little thrill

No…was never an option when the attraction was brewing still

You adjusted your sundress making access much easier

Perhaps a few snaps on instagram

catching you in those positions would make things a bit sleazier

Embedded in the quiet of still…just you and I….upon a desolate land

Warmth made whole and souls bonding as the effects of our auras

cause ripples on the shores of the Beaches of Hot Sands…

A Stern Splice

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Loose lips have often sunk ships

from the shores of my observatory

While some wait frantic manifesting their own frustration & worry

Well whats to come of small boats

Solitude and faith have always seemed to keep them afloat

Bearing away from the apparent while steering closer to greatness

Furled away with the rest of those burdens taking note

A captain of my own..what have these galleys steamed today

For fate is only a figment of a Catamaran that’s been cast away.

The Infamous Locomotive: The Little Engine that Could…grown Up

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Stand clear as I move past

 tumbling down a long cross-tied stroll

 The perception of my existence does meet the iniquities of time

While I find that those who stood before me

only succumbed to the news of this train’s glory

 Unlike many a stories

Maybe it’s the burdens to blame

For all the stamina, all the momentum

All of the sunshine, all of the rain

Squeezing all of my sunshine from the Earth

Evaporating dry skies into the rain.

The steam preps the Conductor’s vibe again

 Rolling parallel to dirt roads, and trails, business districts

Grocers, farmland, until these cross ties have become old and stale.

 Lost souls turned into bones hanging from live oaks where we stood

 To desert heat, valleys & Smoky Mountain peaks

 Please don’t let me be accused as another

 that has let the brakes of fear release me

 from straying others off the tracks of life

 Many often struggle only because they know Not the facts of strife.

 Heading behind the demise of so many

 ignored of my patience they failed to see

that my ideals seemed to be just as good as any.

 Making it over the hill, ’round those mountainous curves,

I push through any and all that I can

the bloodshed and callous has revered the better halves of stress

I cry in the face of karma yet smile at the faces of death

 Always knew the difference between fate and destiny

 Always do my best, but never let obstacles get the best of me

 The Infamous Locomotive, feel the gust as I set out

 Further down a path I did not expect

 knowing it’s still so much I haven’t seen yet.

But of all the things…at least now I KNOW that I could…and for that

I have no regrets.

‘No, we were all born to be stars, some just get off too soon.’

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We piled inside the small compact car smelling like Vodka, sweat, and good times.

Someone yelled ‘Let’s take Marta.’ After all, it’s smarter. Well, it’s just we all had been drinking.  Summer was approaching and there was a sudden silence in the air, you knew what everyone was thinking.

Ralph was such a good guy is what we all seemed to pray.  He was one exit from home on that fateful day.

With a driven purpose in mind we walked towards the next arriving Blue Line.  It’d be ten minutes or so before the next rail was set to arrive.  Under the influence it seemed like forever.  In the meantime, we’d admire a smoke and a share a few thoughts of laughter.  Philips Arena, Five Points… Georgia State soon after.  We waited along with a few others in the morning dim.  There were no panhandlers in sight, it must have been too early for them.  That’s what Greg joked but I saw truth in that.  I was almost at a dose when I felt a sprinkle of inspiration in fact.  Awakening was the rail’s brakes and images of flying sparks.  The old woman sitting by the young lady I met tonight both got off at Inman Park.  Those other guys I believe were migrating West.  I thought to myself, ‘Marta is Smarter’, even they know what’s best.  The conductor insisted Edgewood/Candler would be coming up next.  I looked around and there weren’t a familiar face left other than one guy from  yesterday’s game.   By the time we reached Decatur I had forgotten his name.  On similar paths we travel some of our minds lose tract. Then I saw my reflection realizing I am a man of my own and fully understand maps.  Have been for awhile now and soloist decisions have become the norm.  Through many roads I’ve traveled while weathering the storm.   Further I’ve gone, but nowhere near home.  Then I see through their eyes.  Faces show smiles and in hearts true gloom.  Or perhaps, maybe I’ve gone too far as a train passes flashing, ‘No, we were all born to be stars, some just get off to soon.’

On Another Cloud Tonight…NOte 9

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Setting all love aside, lets talk about life…tonight.

What if life wanted your side of the story?

Every since my youth that’s a question I’ve been asking myself for years,

My vision is so often blurred by the many tears

that so often occur I very seldom get to witness my own fears.

What if life decided to take some of the sweeter things

Not knowing if you took away the materialistic filth

life can bear some of the more sweeter things

if we could stop letting influence of debit cards money and the myriad of mental scars…ruin.

What if life decided not to look me in the eyes

Or just ride by as I stood on the cliff of life’s flatline

On no this ain’t your regularly scheduled program especially when you

Merged thru many fatalities while facilitating life’s wrongs from the sidelines

I just don’t want us to let the nonsense continue to run thru our veins

Not seeing the bigger picture or appreciating the little things.

Breath…..feel that….Life.

My Life is Truth

What if life wanted my side of the story in facts?

Intoxicating high as a newborn coming into this world at birth…

…question is

Will he return to the dirt knowing the purpose of this life’s worth?

What if life decided not to love any more…

I mean….god is there working silently,

If peace isn’t made, subconsciously asking will He still just EJECT me….

As the program of the masses continue we let the bed bugs of society and the ignorance

divide us…there will be no middle class only poor and rich

before mankind himself is next up on the endangered list.

The Rights of Life Come with Sacrifice…Freedom

“You mean I can’t stay here forever?”

This seems to be the question many find themselves asking as death creeps onto the doorsteps of life.  The bad news is…at some point you’re going to die.  The good news is….well, you’re going to die.  The fear of death is one I overcame at a very young age that I attest mainly to my fascination for the spiritual & unknown.  As far back as I can remember the fascination of life and death only grew after a near death experience(drowning).  From that point on, the mystery that so many fear became a tool for truly LIVING.  After the death of my dear godmother, grandmother, other relatives, and friends the thought of no longer being in the physical seemed to be more intriguing than frightening.

If we place those fears and distractions aside for a moment there is so much more to life that we fail to see.  Live everyday like it’s your last and the worry of death tends to fade.  Exercise your right in servitude and the solemnness will slowly  die.  That’s my mantra.  I find it disturbing that we still fear one another simply because of the color of ones skin, or the god they may worship.  Why can’t we all just be?

I recently had a conversation with my mother who I believe is beginning to go through a denial of death.  To deny death is to shun life, for it is another chapter in this journey.  Besides, you can deny it as much as you want…it’s still going to happen.   In the book,” The Many Faces of Death” by Jacqui James she states,”

One of the faces of death, a very common one, is the

terrified face. It is the face seen by those who have ignored

death throughout their lives and who have

refused point blank either to talk or to think about death,

regarding the subject as morbid and one which, if

indulged in, would hasten their own deaths.

This superstitious attitude is a common human failing:

‘ignorance’ of anything found unpleasant or threatening.

 

This is so true and the face that I firmly believe mother is dealing with.  I’ve tried comfort but that doesn’t fly over too well.  I’m at peace simply knowing that I have attempted.  With the recent loss of her brother and close friend in her religious sect, time is slowly withering away and she is now realizing this.  The relationship I have with her is one that has been off and on, for years for a number of reasons.  One of those reasons has been my determination to follow a path of my own; straying away from the limitations and struggles of so many “religions” these days.  Following a path of my own I was able to awaken the Giant within & overcome those difficulties that many face when it comes to creation, life and death. Once embarking on this voyage of self and harmonizing the world within, the hereafter is no more of a threat  to me than say, a morning jog, or going to the grocery store.  I find it saddening when I look in her eyes and others who’ve followed the tutelage of so-called “leaders” or sects whose only true motive is profit- only to find them suffering and fearful in the end?  To be misled and not ask why is asking for your own demise in any case.  I pray that some sort of solace does rise in their hearts and minds.  Death is something that is within each and every one of us when we are born.  Death is the quiet passenger tagging along on this highway of experiences.   Along the way, it simply became another one of the fears we conjured up to this point in life.  We have yet to scratch the surface of the “tomb” that we currently embody as life.  From the most logically perspective, how can you be afraid of something you know nothing about?

 

At some point, we must all fly away … Maybe we’ll meet again next lifetime…

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Naked Steps…

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Perched abreast the runways of my heart in her favorite Giuseppe
Passion, lust, love… all such funny things
Reminiscing on the first time you wore those
orange Monika Chiang last spring

The eradicated spirals of a downhill past
While her grace feathers through
the soles of those pink Vera Wang
Maybe it’s the sway of her hips in fantasy
wearing those fire Red Bottoms
echoing thru hardwood some would find so deafening

It was those late nights and imprints
of her Pour La Victoire that made me strong.
And those pheromones near the piers of a solemn moon
Then in came you wearing those Kate Spades
I still remember how they always soothe.
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It has to be the assorted combinations of Jimmy Choo straying
in my mind aside the addiction to daydreams
of her lips sending chills under the moon
as she tip toes close in those Prada delights
glimpsing fetishes of one man’s observation may consume

Or perhaps it is those toes bare that I tend to captivate and stare
At your every step near and far in this season’s Christian Louboutin
The many walks of life and steps day by day
I’m humbled in a pair of Chuck Taylor’s
worn soul was still able to guide that path into you that day…

Attuned

Sometimes the sentiments of life tend to shatter random moments of the past,

And glancing into the dimensions within a soul that knows forever will last.

I don’t know what matters as what seems to matter to me always seems to let the ignorance surpass destiny & the very factions many fail to see.

Sometimes the reunion of minds seems to redo what we have rendered and rewound through time

And souls refusing to include the presence of reality just misuse these flaws to every degree

Lost priorities focused away from mankind’s need to decipher a misguided seed

We need better conditioning…so on the sidelines of this corners being…I wait.

Enjoying the wondrous attributes created through nature’s very symphonic scheme

Knowing these thoughts painted across the canvas of life weren’t just some silly dream.

 photo taken near Lucea, Jamaica with my Nikon D3000 w/Nikon 55-200mm f/4-5.6G.  Lucea is the little coastal capital in the Hanover parish.  Lots of boating and attractions between  Monteco Bay and Negril.  Beautiful people, great good, good times…enjoy!

The Use of Words

I don’t write much anymore,

because there is no use of words if they go unheard.

Reflecting vibrations of immaculate celebrations…life

So many fail to listen.. when it’s their own Enlightenment, their own futures, their own path they’re missing.

I guess that’s why I scribe less because these words are more than just some bullshit phrases…integrated along lines; filling blank pages.

There’s no need to write when the very point I’ve made goes unscathed, or even worst misinterpreted or relayed in some unjust way.

I could speak all day but if these words aren’t heard then what’s the use anyway.

You see a wordsmith in me but to me  it’s more than the way the pen is gripped

and gracefully glides across the paper as gently as I stroke her thighs in the midnight hour.

You see…to me, it’s more than the move my hands make across the keyboard tapping the space bar as if it were her backing up to me,

Or the way the keystrokes return mind control as our eye contact arise every time she sees potential in me.

You see…you don’t understand my faculty…so I don’t write much as these words don’t mean to the same to you as they do me.

(C)Thermal Words 2013

…what GOOD nature brings

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How often do you take time to appreciate the sun.. or the trees?
Flowers or the Breeze?
Stress-less needs as birds sing all sorts of melodies
We should learn to appreciate some of the finer things that life and nature brings…
If only we weren’t so distracted by the many infractions of catastrophes…